"Thank you for a lovely dinner, Oliver," Grace smiled up at her handsome fiancée outside of the door to her bedroom. She always found him so dashing in a perfectly pressed suit. His smile and the champagne left her feeling light headed. "I'm looking forward to the day that we don't have to say goodnight at your door," Oliver leaned in to kiss her coquettish red lips.

"Soon, my love," she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. His cradled her face gently in his large calloused hands. Surely the staff had retired for the evening by this late hour. Still, the possibility of being caught sent a thrill down his spine. His hands roamed downward and he squeezed the cheeks of her firm ass through her long flowing dress. "God, the things you do to me, darling" Oliver whispered into her hair. He pinned her against the wall. She bent a knee and rested her foot against the wall to steady herself, her arms around his neck. He settled himself in between her legs, pressing his body into hers as their tongues danced. He slipped a hand down the front of her dress and cupped her small pert breast. Her hips subtly thrust into his, spurning him forward. He gently pinched her nipple, sending an electric current to her core. She sighed in delight.

Oliver moved his hand up the hem of her dress. He caressed her muscular calf, up to her smooth thighs, until he found his prize. He moved slowly, allowing her the chance to stop him if she chose. With the wedding looming, her guard was lowered. Finding no resistance, he gently fondled her through her slippery satin panties. This was the furthest she had let him explore. He traced the outline of her lips again and again, able to hear the sound of her wetness. He pressed into her opening just the smallest amount.

She moaned his name.

"Are you alright?"

"Never better."

"Oh Grace, I want to feel your naked flesh. I want to take you and make love to you until you come undone in my arms. To be the reason for your pleasure."

"I want that too. It's so terribly difficult to wait," she pouted in frustration.

Oliver used his thumb to find the sweet little bundle of nerves at her apex. A small wet spot had formed on the flimsy fabric that separated them. He drew delicate circles around her clit. Each time brought a sigh from his beloved.

"Please. Don't stop."

He could feel the damp heat emanating from her core. His virginal fiancée was the picture of lustful beauty: her cheeks and décolletage were flushed, her brow was damp with perspiration, her eyes closed in concentration. Her breath hitched and she began to writhe beneath him. Her hips thrust into his hand as she tried to find purchase. Grace cried out and reached up and kissed him deeply. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

"Oh my stars, that was wonderful!" She gasped, trying to catch her breath. "I had no idea it could be so powerful."

"Have you never-"

"No," she interrupted him, ducking her head into his chest, embarrassed by her own naïveté.

She was at the same time an innocent and temptress, completely unaware of the power she wielded over him. He couldn't wait to introduce her to a world of pleasure.

His cock strained in his pants, begging for release of its own. Feeling his harness against her thigh, she reached down to stroke him. He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from him. "Please. Don't. I'm afraid if you touch me, I won't be able to be the gentleman that you need me to be." Grace bit her lower lip and gave an apologetic smile. How was it that even his restraint was sexy?

"You have been so very patient. Just one more month, darling. I promise to make it up to you," Grace winked.

Oliver's cock gave an involuntary throb at that statement. He gave her a chaste kiss and bid her good night. He stalked to his room where he found a quick release with thoughts of his future bride. One more month.